De Wintah Styles (Maggie Pogue Johnson Poems)
Come in, Aunt Jemima,Oh no,'taint wof while,I jis been out a lookin'At de wintah styles.To see de change in coats,En ...
Come in, Aunt Jemima,Oh no,'taint wof while,I jis been out a lookin'At de wintah styles.To see de change in coats,En ...
Ragam : ArabhiThalam : rUpakamPallavi : NAdasudhArasambilanu narAkrutAya manasAAnupallavi : VEdapurANAgama sAstrATulakAdhAramainaCharanam :SvaramulArunnOkaTi ghaNTalu vararAgamu kOdaNDamu Dura naya dEshyamu triguNamu ...
1 Who will honor the city without a name If so many are dead and others pan gold Or sell ...
A Hundred years - and she had sat, a queenSheltering her children, opening wide her gatesTo all the inflowing tribes ...
A question I would like to ask, To answer it may be a task. But the thought cannot be masked, ...
Oh, we might have a marvellous city Were we only less keen on cashLess avid for things -- more's the ...
The choir we had in Pixley wasn't much for looks an' styles, But today if I could hear it I ...
Now comes the time when we douse flies With various kinds of sprays -The sand flies, and the house flies, ...
(Inspired by the shameless styles in hair.)Ah, Myrtilla mine, you said-- And your tone was earnest, very--You would never deck ...
He thought that he'd be happy if a fortune he could make,If he were rich he thought that he'd be ...
I like the cheerful folk around,happy lips that brim with song,never fills your ears with woe,never burden you with wrong,they ...
I was swaying, nodding to the words to the words of the pastors, different styles, different books, different verses but ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die -- 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose -- 'Twas Major ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
1 AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore, As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, ...
THEY were calling certain styles of whiskers by the name of "lilacs." And another manner of beard assumed in their ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
--The Carpathian Frontier, October, 1968 --for my brother Once, in a foreign country, I was suddenly ill. I was driving ...
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